(a/n): Okay, this is going to be a series of drabbles. Originally it was going to be just Donna Hyde but I'm feeling playful so I figured, why not play with all the pairings? It's gotta be challenging and fun to write. I'll do multiples of each. Send me a pairing and any word prompt in your review and I'll make a drabble. All pairings accepted. Non cannon preferred, but I'll do a few cannon because you gotta have yin with yang. This first drabble is Hyde having a moment.
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Thanks to taylorswiftrox for helping me clean this up!
When the fire in her eyes made his heart frigid and raw he knew he was in trouble.
It started with a sideways glance. He should've known to bury it- forget about it, leave it alone. But he still had shreds of hope in his heart that Edna hadn't eaten away yet. They clung on to the idea of Donna like a parasite. Feeding on the wrongness. Feeding on the forbidden fruit. She was his friend; his dawn after the dark, his safe place in a despondent world, but most of all she was Eric's.
It probably would've killed him, and in all honesty he'd rather be hopeless and pining over things that would never happen than be stuck in a house with Edna because he had betrayed the only ones who really gave a shit.
He kissed her though. He went for it when his gut told him not to. ( Still young and rebellious and wreck-less ) And when her hand connected with his face he wasn't surprised or shocked. Really, it didn't even hurt. He wasn't sure if it was from the lingering sensation of her lips overpowering his senses or if it was because, when he saw the fire in her eyes, it numbed him to the core.
Either way, he kissed her.
Later that night, when he took what was left of the whiskey outside to reason with the snow, he came to the conclusion that the art of wanting but not having was something he had practiced all his life and had worked for him so far.
(Why he decided to try to attain the fire in her heart, he doesn't really know.
He decides hope is better left to drown in the bottom of a bottle of whiskey and burn hot through the filter of his cigarette.
He decides when dawn lights up the sky pale and gray, maybe Edna was right all along.)